The Meat of the Matter

And now for something Really Important

Cats. That's right cats plural. You see, Gayle has finally moved all the rest of her stuff into my house including one 15-year-old tabby named Scallywag. As some of you know, I already had a cat named Frida. Here's a comparison of Frida and Scallywag: Frida: Extremely obese Scallywag: underweight Frida: Female (fixed) Scallywag: male (raging) Frida: Recessive Scallywag: dominant Frida: Scared of everything Scallywag: Fears no thing and no one. Frida: Insecure Scallywag: Cocky Frida: Sweet mewling meow Scallywag: Short-circuited Foghorn meow Frida: Never fought anything. Always runs. Scallywag: Has fought and beaten cats, dogs, raccoons, probably even larger animals. When introducing these two, I was expecting a lot of hissing, spraying, pissing, fighting, etc. But believe it or not it hasn't been that bad. Scallywag has been very respectful of Frida (while not afraid of her). Frida is still not letting Scallywag get close without a hiss, but that's been the extent of it. I can see that eventually they will be friends. Soon I'll show you a picture of the two of them snuggling.